Post by Eyrie on Jun 9, 2005 13:14:32 GMT -5
Run. Run. Run. For heaven's sake, RUN!
Her paws were drumming upon the floor, beating almost as fast as her heart did. They were close behind, almost touching her tassel. Coming close and closer.
A log! In the last moment, the jaded paws lifted the slight body from the ground, catapulting it over the unexpected barrier. But it was too late. When the tender paws touched the ground, one of the front legs couldn't hold the weight any more and collapsed under the burden.
Heavily, the panting body fell to the ground, quivering in fear.
In panic, the weary paws tryed to prop the light, but still too heavy wolven body up, a yelp was leaving the maw through the clenched teeth.
Awwww... You won't do it anyway......
This nasty voice had been following the fae for all her life, but now, it was ripping off each faintest spark of hope.
Wearily, the quivering femme's sinking back to the ground, knowing about the doom which was in the store for her.......
She kept low to the ground, not moving the slightest bit. She was even scared of calling them by breathing. But when nothing had happened after a while, she dared lifting her head. Slowly and carefully. Her body was hardly able to carry this movement out for she had been running for days what it seemed to her.
Fearfully, emerald orbs were scanning the ambit. Suddenly, everything went dark and effeteness of the last days was washing away any thought, leaving the wolf's mind in darkness.
See, right what I told you.
Her paws were drumming upon the floor, beating almost as fast as her heart did. They were close behind, almost touching her tassel. Coming close and closer.
A log! In the last moment, the jaded paws lifted the slight body from the ground, catapulting it over the unexpected barrier. But it was too late. When the tender paws touched the ground, one of the front legs couldn't hold the weight any more and collapsed under the burden.
Heavily, the panting body fell to the ground, quivering in fear.
In panic, the weary paws tryed to prop the light, but still too heavy wolven body up, a yelp was leaving the maw through the clenched teeth.
Awwww... You won't do it anyway......
This nasty voice had been following the fae for all her life, but now, it was ripping off each faintest spark of hope.
Wearily, the quivering femme's sinking back to the ground, knowing about the doom which was in the store for her.......
She kept low to the ground, not moving the slightest bit. She was even scared of calling them by breathing. But when nothing had happened after a while, she dared lifting her head. Slowly and carefully. Her body was hardly able to carry this movement out for she had been running for days what it seemed to her.
Fearfully, emerald orbs were scanning the ambit. Suddenly, everything went dark and effeteness of the last days was washing away any thought, leaving the wolf's mind in darkness.
See, right what I told you.
